Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
In the Arthur story Merlin disguised Uther Pendragon as Igrayne’s husband so he could visit her and consummate his love for her—which otherwise she would never have agreed to. Her husband is in fact slain the very night of that visitation. I imagine she must, on finding this out, have been rather confused, and perhaps interpreted what happened that night as a dream. But there were consequences that were very undreamlike.
Darkness lies deep upon the vales of Britain.
Terror lurks in the forest, flows from the sea;
The remnants of Roman order fall or flee–
The lucky ones pierced by spear or sword-smitten,
The survivors harried, hiding, hunger-bitten.
Vain the spell of Druid under tree,
Vain the power of priest on bended knee,
Vain the blade with ancient runes written–
The merciless heathen roams the land at will.
In Tintagel, surrounded by the storm,
Igrayne sits pondering. The hearth is warm.
“That dream I had the night my lord was killed . . .
Oh–OH!” A sudden chill invades the room;
Arthur the king is restless in the womb.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD